Shaking fingers reach,

Barely hold,

Losing grip,

Slipping

Away

Into

Unseen eternity.

Quivering lips, curved

In a slight

Frown,

Teeth that

Grind

Into

Nonexistence.

The sky was dark,

Droplets

Splattered on the windowsill,

Dripping down

Through gravity’s eternal pull,

Leaving residues of

Curved paths

Colliding into one.

Entropy—

Randomness in motion

Can make all the difference.

I felt like a droplet that day,

Unable to escape the laws of nature.

We collide with some

When least expected,

Never meeting the one

We want most.

Our lives are strung high with

Ambition,

Dreams,

Desires,

So high

That the air thins

And we gasp for what

No longer exists.

So high

That we forget our own

Mortality—

The soiled ground pressed against

Our feet,

The warmth of a hug,

The trail of tears

That burn like salt water.

Hold me steady, do not tip

This delicately balanced

Vase, with

Water that holds

Nothing

Yet

Everything

Attached to strings

Each supporting weight

More than itself.

Keep me sane, do not strangle

This calm air

That

Supports

Before a fall.

Do not make the breeze an

Enemy,

A hurricane

That throws,

Punches,

Screams

Until sanity

Is an

Afterthought,

Dry on the tongue

That burns a new color.

Do not let me loss

Thoughts that humble,

Storms that

Electrify my mind

On sleepless nights,

Crisp October air

That invigorates my senses,

Autumnal leaves

That dance and tumble

As if they were more alive

Than before.

The rain stopped, finally.

Sunset falls upon the damp world,

Lighting it a golden hue,

Dreamlike and fantastical.

Lips tremble,

Curve up slightly

In a smile.

Shaking fingers grip,

Steady enough

To balance,

Strong enough

To hold,

Resilient enough

To keep.